Page 37 of Exposed
His breath tickled her ear and he moved her hair aside. “I suppose that reaction is better.” He mumbled as his rock-hard manhood pressed against her ass cheek. Heat crept up her chest, but despite Nate’s comment, his attention continued on her shoulders.
“Are you okay?” His voice was tender yet serious, and his question was in reference to her fight with Tony.
“I’m fine. Tony got in a good shot and tackled me to the deck.”
Nate’s breath hissed out angrily. “Fucking bastard.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my, god. I completely forgot about Tony.” Her fingers pressed to her brow. How could she have forgotten about him? There was no doubt he would tell Carlos about their fight.
“He’s dead, Maddie.” Nate’s tone dropped low, almost regretful but not quite.
A weight dropped into her stomach. “He’s dead?” She swallowed over the overwhelming wave of relief, followed by gut-twisting guilt. Tony wasn’t a good person, but had he deserved to die? She couldn’t be the judge of that.
“Carlos is going to be really upset. Does he know yet?”
“I don’t think so. The crew is keeping pretty quiet about it. Hector was sharing a room with him, so I’m sure he’ll be notified soon if he hasn’t been already.”
Bile burned the lining of her stomach. “Carlos will go crazy. Oh God, what if they show him the security tapes? He’ll see me fighting with Tony and the two of you going overboard. It will ruin everything.”
Nate’s fingers closed over her arms. “Don’t worry, I’m one step ahead of you. I’m not an FBI agent for no reason.” The corner of his lip hitched up. “I have three other agents stationed on board, one is in security, one in hospitality, and one at the concierge. We’ve already pulled the tapes and confiscated them under the investigation of Carlos. He won’t know.”
Her pulse slowed and she closed and opened her eyes. Nate’s warm hands combined with the heat of the water melted her muscles.
“Now turn around.”
She sighed, turned her back to him, and his fingers spread the locks of her hair. He reached beside her and grabbed the shampoo bottle.
She tilted her head back and allowed him to pamper her. He scrubbed the liquid into her scalp and she fought back a moan. He rinsed and repeated the same motion with conditioner. When the water ran free of suds his hands closed over her hips. His mouth dropped to the side of her neck and his tongue flicked over her skin.
Her nerve endings sang and a soft moan purred through her lips. She closed her eyes and reveled in the caress of his rough palms over her belly. His hard, throbbing member pressed against her ass. She arched her back against him, her body ached for more.
His deep, throaty laugh snapped her eyes open.
“What’s funny?”
He groaned and straightened away from her. “Nothing is funny. I just love how ready you are. But you need to get back to your room.”
She turned the water off and opened the fogged glass shower door. The bathroom had gotten thick with steam. She blinked, found her towel, and scrubbed it over her body. Her pulse hammered through her skull with the force of a jackhammer, intensifying the dull pounding in her head.
“Carlos will be furious,” she breathed.
Nate stepped out behind her, water ran from his shoulders over his chest and down his thick legs.
He grabbed a towel from the rack and rubbed it over his hair.
Her mouth went dry.
“Just stick to your story. You never saw Tony when you were on deck.”
Nodding, she tucked the towel between her breasts. Her feet padded over the smooth tile and she flung the door open. She blew out a breath and collected her clothes from the floor. When Carlos came up, she’d have to be on point. It wouldn’t take much to slip up and for him to catch her.
She pulled the towel off and stepped into her clothes as Nate strode out of the bathroom, his phone in one hand, and a small vial in the other.
“I’d better get back to the room.” She wiggled her dress over her damp hips and slid her arms through the straps. If Carlos made it to the room before her—or worse, caught her leaving Nate’s room… a shudder tore through her bones.
Nate’s hand caught her shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly. His finger touched her chin when she didn’t meet his gaze. “Trust me, okay? Do you think I would risk him catching you here?”
The tight coil of tension in her stomach loosened. “No, you wouldn’t.”
